howdy cowboy (tomxtord Saloonatics AU)

it's ok

Tords POV

Ughhh...I feel like shittt

I leaned over the bed to puke but the feeling left as soon as it arrived.
I put my clothes on and walked all around the building looking for any other bandits or something.

Today the town seemed to be quiet

Where is everyone??

I walked around the town and eventually drifted into the sherrifs office.
And their he sat looking extremely bouard and a little sad
"Howdy" I said putting my hat on the rack.
"Hello, anything interesting happen?"
He said looking at the table writing on some papers "um everyone's kinda gone" he looked up shocked them relaxed imeditly "oh it's Sunday everyone's gonna be at church till sundown"

I leaned agenst the desk "so...what do you do what everyones out?" A light flush came over his face as one of his deputies walked out of the room into the street "that" he said a devious look of list flashed in his face before he apologized
"T-that was a joke sorry" I shrugged
"Eh, it's not like j used to bang one or two out every time ma and Pa left me alone with the neighbor boy" I laughed "hell I even got a real good beating cause we got caught" the sad memory that haunted me to this day and carved me to the blood stained bandit I am to day.

"Yeah that reminds me where are you from your accent is thick as hell"
I struggled to get the words out of my mouth "Norway... viken, Norway rough town for people like me nearly burned to death" the scars will never leave my body
I heard a sad and low chuckl come from Tom "I assume that's why you always got that bandana covering your face?"
I nodded "I'm not exactly proud of these scars" I brushed over my eye
It still hurts... inside I cannot change the past or ever be happy but I'll do something. "You not the only one who got scars from doing...that"

Is he trying to confert me?

"Plus that eye of yours is a lot cooler than mine" is he talking about my blind eye? "What ever could you mean?" He laughed holding his pacthed eye,
And looked down blushing "ok well I don't have the best of luck when it comes to all sorts a things" his gap tooth smile Somehow forced my face to a goofy smile and laugh. "Aw Mr. I'm so tough is blushing" I pushed him lightly
"Fags!" I man yelled from a cell out of instinct I threw a knife and it his his ear and pinned it to the wall which made tom laugh harder "ah! Preacher will know your back in your old ways!" The joy left the room and a dark tone enveloped the room "well you can go tell him that in capable of makeing friends!"
Thomas banged on the bars unexpectedly
"You wanna got to the main land with real charges I suggest you shut the fuck up!" He hit the bars again, you could feel the hate fill the room and grind at the dusty wooden floors makeing they seem unstable like twigs. "Sheriff..." I pulled him away from the cell his body felt like it's was straight out of an oven and boiled at my touch, his icy cold blue eye froze the room and his breathless stance thretend death to all who challenge, wouldn't be the first time I wold have to defuse a situation like this though "why we don't we go somewhere...better?" We walked out of the room and around as he cooled off and we somehow ended up sitting at my bar. He stared at his reflection in a thick glass of whiskey biteing his lip and pulling at his raggedy tan bandanna drapped over his neck "you gon' be alright?" I said and he just drank the whole glass in a second " no, still sober" he chuckeld softly as the sand dead look filled his face and eyes. I was unsure of what to do this is..... awkward

With me seeing not other option I did what one of my... older friend's always did for me. I gently placed my hand on his back and rubbed small circles and I could see in his face Him breaking down
"It's gonna be ok" I said softly and like a flood gate years of built up emotions spilled out on the table, and the room filled with his quiet sobbing.